Everybody say god is a good manAh, clock on the worldDriving a dump truck up to the sunA sigh in the human heart

I look at the clock on the wallIt says three minutes to midnightFaith is blind when we're so nearPhar Lap floating in a jarSeas full of submarines, A.W.A.C.'s like fliesTruth gets harder to defineTalking in tonguesBut the dancer's hand grips the railAnd fingers will blister on the 88'sHope drains out of the side of the page

But ear's can't hearWhat eyes don't seeAnd you can't see me

Everybody say God is a good manEverybody say 1,2,3Set up those gunsights in H.G. Wells backyardI.C.B.M's, S.S.20's they lie so dormant they got so manyRemember your childhoodRemember the journeyHope is what you say and do